“No. I don’t need him to grab-ass in here. Plus, you have a big game this weekend, don’t you?”
I follow her out of the gym and say, “Are you ever going to come to a game?”
She chuckles. “Yeah, I’ll go this weekend and watch you sit on the bench.”
Damn, she has a point.
I parked right next to her, so we walk to her car and stop.
“Do you want to come over and hang out?” she asks.
I glance at her high and tight ponytail. “Depends,” I say.
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, Dylan.”
“Do you want the company?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah, I didn’t finish my workout. And I wouldn’t be asking.”
“Right.” I kick a rock. “Your place then?”
“Unless you want to share my attention with your roomies?”
My eyes flick to her, butterflies tickling the tip of my dick. “Your place then.”
She gets into her car and turns on the engine as I pat her trunk and walk to my truck. When I’m inside, I turn on the engine and roll down the window.
Her window is already down, and she’s dancing to the song on the radio. It’s the same station I listen to, so I turn it up and start dancing with her.
She hangs out her door, singing the lyrics. Then she says, “Dylan! I’ll race you to my place. The loser has to choose truth or dare.”
The tickle in my dick turns into a deep throb.
I throw my truck in reverse, but she’s already pulling out of the parking spot, blocking me in. Then she waves her hand out of her window and races off.
Fuck, what game is she playing? I reverse and chase after her. There’s only one way out of this parking lot, so on her ass I go. When we reach the main road, I rev my engine behind her. I can see her smile in the rearview mirror. I try to get into the left lane, but she cuts me off.
At the yellow light, my heart races. She’s not going to stop, which means I can’t. I get as close as possible to her, running the red light and checking my mirrors for any cops.
Then we turn left. I’m still behind her, trying to figure out how badly I want to win, or if I should let her win. Her body language shifted when she invited me over, and my curiosity is at an all-time high.
My ankle aches as I switch between the gas pedal and brakes, but I don’t care. Adrenaline is rushing through me. My pelvis is filled with butterflies, reminding me of our puck buddy agreement. Maybe I’m a little too excited and jumping to conclusions.
I rush down another street, hoping to make it seem like I’m racing to win, even though I’m going to lose on purpose. But it doesn’t help that I get caught behind an old lady driving ten below the speed limit.
When I turn down her road, Cecily’s pulling into her parking stall. By the time I reach her place, she’s out of her car and dancing on the sidewalk.
I turn off my truck, hopping out. My ankle fucking throbs, but I try not to limp. “I got caught behind an old lady.”
“Mhm,” she jokes. “You’re just a loser.” She uses her pointer finger and thumb, dancing and singing until we reach her front door.
“You have no idea what I’m about to torture you with,” she says, eyes gleaming as we enter her place.
“Let me guess. It’s either going to be I do your homework or clean your house. Oh, I know, you want me to wash your car?”
She puts her things down on the kitchen counter and says, “Those are really good ideas.”
She turns on her toes, facing me. “Dilly… truth or dare?”
